Fat Cat

I would love to see more poets writing about their fat pets. I wrote this poem about a fat orange and white cat named Muffin. However, I do not have such a cat. I would, however, very much like to have a cat like this.

My Fat Cat

Muffin is my fat cat.

She is orange with lots of white fur,

Especially on her belly,

Which wobbles under her

When she jumps.

She rubs against me every time

I walk to the bathroom.

She thinks I am her pillow.

I explain to her

Without much conviction

That she is a cat

And show her a mirror.

Fascinated, she gazes at her likeness

Then struts to the window.

She doesn’t try to seduce birds

With birdlike noises;

She just watches.

She doesn’t gulp her food

But takes it in her mouth

In a leisurely fashion

And informs the world

That she is ready for another nap

By lying down in my bed

And rubbing against my blanket.

It is difficult to refuse her hint.

I spread myself next to her

And rub my head in her

Underchin.

The rest of the non-cat world

Will have to wait.